
When I sketch another person, I feel like I get to know that person. A paraody of Duval Kamara was originally intended; the football was to be placed a few inches from the back of his helmet, but as I sketched and drank booze, I got to ponder this exact moment in time where Kamara was laid out, arms extended, hoping beyond hope to come up with the football, and I realized: DK is FRIGGIN IRISH. So it is the artist's intent that this football is to ultimately be caught. We as viewers are subject to this glorious moment of uncertainty just before the thunder is shaken down.